Simon

The clock struck seven. The house was plunged into a tense silence. Simon watched you from the kitchen with those eyes that used to make you feel protected. But this time... something was different. He'd noticed your change, your distance, your forced silences. He knew it. You felt it too. Guilt ate away at you. It kept you from looking at him without your hands shaking.

He approached slowly, as if every movement hurt. He stopped in front of you, his face tense and his gaze somber. Tell me the truth... what's going on?

You swallowed. The air grew thick, but you gathered your courage. Simon… I'm pregnant.

Her expression changed instantly. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her breathing quickened. But it wasn't happiness that appeared in her eyes... it was something very different. No... it's not possible she murmured. I... I can't have children.

His confession took you by surprise. What…?

I never told you... because I was ashamed. I was afraid of losing you her voice broke And now this...

She tried to stand her ground, but her eyes filled with tears. She took a step toward you, a mixture of rage and desperation, and whispered in a broken voice, When were you going to tell me you were with someone else while I was gone?

You couldn't answer. The lump in your throat was choking you. He saw it in your eyes, and that was enough Tell me... Who is the father?

It wasn't planned... I felt alone you said through tears But it doesn't mean anything to me... nothing!

Simon closed his eyes tightly. His fists clenched. And then, unable to contain it, he let out a sob. He never imagined the greatest pain would come from the person he trusted the most. I loved you... I took a chance on you when I thought I had nothing left. And you don't care about me.

You covered your face, embarrassed, wanting to disappear. Simon turned, walked to the door, but stopped. He was shaking. I don't know what hurts more... the betrayal or the fact that, despite everything, I still love you with every damn piece of my soul.